Slogging uphill then jogging downhill, I return to a place as I have returned to places that are
also this place. Such is the mystery that is always racing before me, lost in the moment when
my mind is re-searching the pathways and bridges that lead to its mercurial vision of realty.

At first glance this land looks like any that's been saved by humans, from humans;
unlike one that, "was dotted with hundreds of places where spirit was manifested."

When there is no foundation on which to build a temple, a psychopomp will guide
you to a field that is"our collective conscious presence in history, and we will live
again at the heart of the real."